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Everything was hazy, yet it felt familiar. Like he'd been in this position before. His body was sore and sticky, he reeked cum and sweat. As he slowly opened his eyes he could feel the crusty dried cum forcing them to remain shut. The restrainst were gone, infact his body was completely exposed. He rubbed the triedness out of his eyes along with the layer of old cum. He was slightly scared to open them in case he'd be met with the dissappointed face of his Goddess, Clara. Or perhaps a crowd of people just waiting to laugh at him the second he came to consciousness. After considering it for a moment, he came to the conclusion that any dignity he once had must have been lost long ago, what was the harm in embracing it? He stretched and whrithed on the floor to prepare his non-existant muscles for a walk of shame. His eyes opened in a flash but to his surprise there was no crowd, not even a disappointed Clara waiting for him. He was in the shower? His eyes panned down to verify, and he was indeed laying on the floor in the shower. The reflection in the clear tiles revealed his mess of a face which was thoroughly caked in dried cum and make-up ruined beyond repair. He sighed and squirmed, now feeling how sore he truly was as his thin arms attempted to push his tight body into a sitting position. An expression of confusion was plastered on his face as he heard calm classical music echoing through the walls. He didn't know what song it was but it sure did sooth his headache as its melodies calmly lulled him into a more calm state.

With a few attempts he could finally get onto his small feet and stand, a slight wobble to his step but stable enough to carry him to the entrance of the bathroom. The open apartment smelled like strawberries and lavender, the daylight was disorienting but refreshing at the same time. Once again he reached up to rub his eyes but stopped once he noticed the markings on his wrists. Those cuffs sure left a mark. Images of the day before invaded his mind. The smells, the sensations... the cum. So much cum. At the time it was like heaven, a dream at the back of his head which had finally come true. It was only recently that such desires had surfaced, being exposed and used in such a way. But now that it finally happened he was completely dumbstruck as to how much he actually loved it. He would blush every time he spoke about it to Clara, hoping it would just stay as a fetish or a fantasy. But it actually happened. More than half the building had just used him like a human fleshlight and paraded him through the different offices like a public fucktoy.

"Woken up have we?" The voice was unmistakable, it was Mistress Clara. He wasn't certain whether he'd be **** to his knees and beg for forgiveness or possibly fired for allowing something like this to happen.

"Would my sweet sissy Princess like to explain herself?" He scanned the open space but couldn't quite place where she was. He was nervous, and he hadn't even prepared himself. He was a filthy mess, not worthy in the presence of his Goddess.

"Come on, don't be shy. Remember you can tell me anything." Finally she stepped into view, sort of dancing to the tune of the classical music. She wore a fluffy pink robe which was parted in the middle, allowing one to view her in her full glory.

There wasn't much for Princess to say, he was ashamed. Earnestly he fell to his knees right then and there with his head down low. "I'm so sorry Mistress... I don't know what got into me." He could hear Clara slowly waltz her way towards him, crossing the room and standing right infront of him. He could see her perfectly pedicured feet, tanned and smooth. A hand placed itself onto his head, straightening some messy strands of blonde hair. "You've been a naughty slut haven't you my Princess?" He nodded as her hand made its way down the back of his head to his thin neck.

"C'mon baby, say it." Her tone was sincere and void of any disappointment or anger, just pure honesty. She ushered his head onto her thigh, letting him lean onto her for support while remaining in his kneeling position, showing his submission and vulnerability.

"I've been a naughty s-slut." For so long he had been living and thriving in his femininity and sexuality. He was allowed to embrace his new life as a devoted slut to his Goddess Clara. But now it was different. He wasn't just hers now since most futas in the building had marked him as their bitch with their superior cum. His insides were covered in sperm, just like his outside.

"Tell me something my sissy Princess. Did you enjoy it?" Her hand gently pushed his head closer to her flaccid cock, hanging just centimeters from his face. He devotedly gave her shaft a few pecks with his puffy lips. He felt safe in this position, protected and vulerable. "Tell me the truth." She didn't change her tone, yet still it drove home her point with subte dominance.

"I... I did, Mistress. Does that make me, uhm, b-bad?" For the first time in a while he felt unsure of himself. He needed to be told what to do, what to think. He couldn't bare the thought of existing without his Mistress. Her influence on his fragile psyche had him kneeling at her feet, forcing him to look to her for every aspect of his life.

A moment of silence hung in the air for a moment, further driving home the fact that it was her who made the facts. It was her who knew what was right and wrong. "No, my sweet sissy Princess. Infact, what you experienced only confirms what I predicted." The sentence drifted endlessly around him, she knew. She had the answer and was just waiting to tell him. He obediantly brushed Claras smooth thigh with his soft fingers, serving her.

"Wh-what did you predict, Mistress?" He truly didn't know. She had taught him to let his urges and desires flourish, she had moulded him into a subserivent slut. He was hers to do with what she wished, she owned his mind, body and soul. All this he knew, but what did she predict?

"You were born as a submissive sissy slut, your sole purpose in life has always been to serve and worship." Once again her word was the truth, the only truth he needed. Silence loomed above them until Clara spoke again. "And that is okay. You just need to embrace who you are. What happened to you was mean't to happen Princess." Her hand slid from his neck to the tip of his chin. He felt her lift his head and point his eyes up at her. He was met with a warm smile and ocean blue eyes.

"Come my Princess. It's time to get you cleaned up." She pulled him to his feet and embraced him into her busom. The rest of the day was spent pampering Princess with love and affection. He was cleaned and scrubbed. Kissed and hugged. Clara lovingly spoke to Princess about his real purpose, his place in the world. He now knew that it was on his knees that he belonged, at the feet of his superiors. Princess gladly surrendered to this truth, allowing himself to melt into her embrace and fall to her every command and wish. Together they fell asleep, Claras cock burried inside Princess where it belonged.